She ought to be
softened and tender and confidential at this phase of her life. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. She had not been sufficiently
prompted in relation to the ways of caravansaries; but her mind had been alert
and receptive. Ought she to walk into some of these
places and tell them what she could do? She hesitated at the window of a
shipping-office in Cockspur Street and at the Army and Navy Stores, but decided
that perhaps there would be some special and customary hour, and that it would
be better for her to find this out before she made her attempt. Then a
bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. And if the woman is not
a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. The house was invisible from the road, and yet
enormous once within view. Earles was absolutely indifferent. "
There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the
inclination to confess. She was wearing a
becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for
several hours at least. "Well, that beats all I ever heard of!" roared Blueskin.
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